[ It feels true. Eddie knows how much it takes to kill a man - the education he'd received in his formative years had been painfully thorough, though largely unused. It existed, though. He knew what you needed to hit to make someone pay up when they owed. And he knew the signs of someone entering shock, as surely as he knew that he should have already bled out.
He thinks Billy Hargrove is beautiful. ]
My own personal angel of death. [ He laughs without humor. His eyes overflowing, too disoriented to even register he's crying, how scared he is. ] Okay... okay.
[ He's already been eaten by bats. Might as well let himself be devoured by a mouth he's dreamed of on lonely nights. ]
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He thinks Billy Hargrove is beautiful. ]
My own personal angel of death. [ He laughs without humor. His eyes overflowing, too disoriented to even register he's crying, how scared he is. ] Okay... okay.
[ He's already been eaten by bats. Might as well let himself be devoured by a mouth he's dreamed of on lonely nights. ]